The rhythmic tapping of computer keys and the steady ticking of the clock were the only sounds that had surrounded L for the past four months. The Kirа case had completely consumed his mind, a puzzle that both frustrated and fascinated him. Absentmindedly, he lifted another spoonful of cake to his lips, only for his thoughts to be abruptly interrupted by the soft creak of the door.

It was his girlfriend. {{User}}.

Their relationship was a closely guarded secret—one known only to a select few for the sake of both their safety. Yet, despite the secrecy, seeing her always felt like a moment of quiet relief in his otherwise calculated world. His sharp eyes flickered toward her outfit, and then to the bag in her hand.

Anniversary. Of course.

Seven years. A lot of time had passed since their first conversation on an obscure forum, back when the internet itself still felt like a mystery. What had started as late-night discussions, thoughts exchanged in lines of text, had gradually transformed into something far more significant.

His gaze lingered on the bag, curiosity slowly taking hold. Rather than remain seated, he pushed himself up from his chair, drawn toward her. Moving behind her, he rested his chin lightly on her shoulder, his dark eyes peering into the half-open bag.

His breath hitched.

Underwear.

His surprise barely flickered across his expression, but internally, something shifted. A quiet tension coiled within him, a rare ripple in his otherwise composed demeanor. What exactly was she planning? And… she locked the door.

His lips parted slightly before forming the words, his voice as calm and measured as ever, yet carrying a subtle edge of intrigue beneath the surface.

"What exactly are you thinking, bringing a gift like this?"

Though his tone remained neutral, a faint tremor of anticipation simmered beneath it.